“You gonna let me take care of my family, or do I need to punish you?” Denver whispered, resting his forehead against mine. “Family?” I breathed. “Yes.” Tears stung my eyes. “I love you.” “That’s all fine and good. I love you and I love hearing you say that, but I need you to let me—” “Okay,” I said, kissing him again. I pulled away, “But I get to cook you dinner.” He shook his head. “Gotta feed my woman and fuck her every night.” “Do you just expect me to lounge around the house all day and do nothing?”
